The weathered boards of barns
that have withstood the wind,
…waiting for another harvest,
… another planting.
But tilted now, shifted,
having been pushed for so long,
…the roofs settling,
…into their feet.
Their story told,
and work long finished,
…they become the seed,
…to imagine what has been.
Open Ears 
Lovely, Mary. Thank you for sharing this. “Boards of barns”–love it.
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Thank you Kym.
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Lovely, Mary. Thank you for sharing this. “Boards of barns”–I love this phrase and the way it feels.
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Thank you Kym. My husband and I traveled out to North Dakota to visit our daughter and her family, and we saw so many old abandoned farms. I have to wonder what stories they would tell. And the boards…the shell that held back the wind and snow and rain…what would they say? So this is my picture.
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